One Night With The Cold Billionaire Boss

ir was thick with the heavy scent of expensive scotch, mingled with the unmistakable musk of raw, unrestrained passion. Sha

ss. "Please... don't... stop... don't do this..." Her delicate fingers clawed uselessly at th

ith sharp, aristocratic features that were currently twisted in primal hunger. His jawline was carved from granite, and his dark eyes burned with an intensity that terrified and captivated her all at once. But his behavior in

sation she had never experienced before, completely drowned out her rationality. Her mind fractured into a million diz

rible breakup. Dessa had thoughtfully booked a hotel room next to the bar they were at, promising they would just rest there if they got too drunk. But halfway through the

ranger. She couldn't escape his iron grip. Every time she tried to push him away, he easily overpowered her, his strength absolute and terrifying. It wasn't until the first light of daw

him to lose control and indulge with an addictive, insatiable hunger. He hated losing his legendary discipline, yet he couldn't stop himself from taking her again and again. He w

g negotiations, he decided to stay in the penthouse to rest rather than head back to his estate. When he had groggily ste

radiated a faint scent of alcohol and undeniable allure. The contrast of her

ertained these cheap traps? No woman had ever successfully stayed in his room, and this one would be no exception. Their calculations we

d impatiently, his voice a low, cold baritone that

rustratedly reached out and

n a drunken daze. But in the next second, her arms had wrapped tight

vie

rves. He actually found the girl incredibly soft and fragrant, sparking a dark urge to devour her completely. The name

away. But the little figure in his arms suddenly looked up

skipped a stran

, half-closing her eyes as sh

issed her back fiercely, flipping her over and pinning her beneath him. She had initiated this. Whether she was a corporate spy or not, s